Background

Monsters, the things of nightmares thought to be imaginary creatures of fictitious tales and fables. But we all know monsters exist. They come in all shapes and sizes. The most dangerous monsters are not however equipped with fangs and claws. No they do not ooze slime and acid. Nor do they hide in the dark or under your bed. These monsters are the most cunning. They look like you. The act like you. They think like you. The most terrifying trait of these monsters is how they come to be however. They're created by, you. Ultimately though we characterize monsters by the fact that they prey on us.
Once there was a boy who thought himself a monster. He believed so because he was just so different from everyone else. He could fit in anywhere but he never truly belonged. Mayhem and anguished accompanied him always though. The boy met a girl. They became friends. All the while the boy was in crippling fear that he'd destroy her for he is a monster and this is what they do. Still they grew together but the boy knew it was only a matter of time. The girl fell in love. The boy did not. The girl was ignorant of this and went on believing the boy loved her in return, after all he had told her so. Soon they had a product and the boy was now a man. He knew he could go on no longer. He did not want to destroy the girl who loved who was now a woman along with their child. He vanished leaving her believing he had spared them both. Sorrowful and filled with grief the woman began to wither both mind and body. The only thing holding her together was the product of the love she believe she shared with the man. Alas she did not hold out and so the product; the child, was left alone. The man who believed himself a monster returned to see what his actions wrought. It was as he feared. He was too late. He had destroyed her. He wonders why he could not have told her he didn't want to be friends, that he didn't care for her, that he didn't love her. He could have spared her. All to late he realizes that he did love her, that he was not the monster he believed he was, until now. But out of defiance he would not let the child suffer his fate. So he took the baby boy in a desperate attempt to save himself and the child.

Genbu, this name was given to him by the Grandmaster of a dojo where he was found as an infant. Circumstances of his birth remain unknown to him. His parents are presumed dead as he was raised in a dojo of the Kemonoken. The boy was born with strange features, silver eyes, white hair, and an abundance of body hair. Most were disgusted by his eccentric traits but the Grandmaster took to him for some reason. As Genbu grew he would under go the martial arts of the dojo. The confrontation beast fist style of the Lone Wolf. Genbu was taught to use his anger and faith in self alone from early on if he wished to survive. The training was brutal and cruel but it was all Genbu knew. Countless times his body was broken and pushed to its limit. His body was conditioned to accommodate his martial art. His nails were ripped, cracked, and torn countless times until they grew back thick and strong. Sharpened by the techniques of the Lone Wolf Fist the nails became more like claws that pierced flesh with ease. Vicious sparring routines discolored his nails permanently with a dirty bloody reddish color. The Lone Wolf Beast Fist is a style that uses fury and vicious strikes to wear down the enemy until they could no longer defend. There is no room for mercy, compassion, or companionship as the Lone Wolf fights for its own survival and nothing else. Anger is taught to be viewed a tool. If controlled it could grant the power necessary to relentlessly carve through a defense. Not knowing a parent's love or basic human compassion Genbu learned quickly. He was easily molded into the ideal student by the Grandmaster. Not once did he show the boy compassion or praise. He hardened the boy using his confusion and resentment. Even amongst his peers the boy was the cruelest and most ruthless. The boy believed by doing so he could gain something he never had from the Grandmaster.

At night Genbu would seek solitude and suffer the torture of his own thoughts. He'd often get little to no sleep. Questions that didn't matter continuously poured into his head driving him mad many nights. Though capable he was still an outcast. Without protest he'd often be made the errand boy; running to nearby towns at the request of others. There was no one for him to confide in. They all saw him as a Monster. The Grandmaster was the only one unafraid to interact with Genbu but anything that was not ruthlessness and fury was cast aside as weakness and Genbu learned he'd be punished for weakness. Genbu avoided speaking to anyone. But there was an elderly woman who made it a point to greet the boy every time she saw him in town. One day she tried to have a conversation with him. "You're smothered in wrath child? How can you breathe?" Genbu though silent would obsess over her question until one day he answered back. "You're alone. You're suffering because of it. Yet you choose to be alone. You think this will make you strong?" Genbu thoroughly believed that survival hinged on not depending on others. The old woman infected a boy with an idea. "If you truly believe that then why do you lie awake at night?" he pointed out the dark circles around his eyes. Genbu could not answer. "If you want peace then you should see the world beyond the dojo. Beyond your lonely fist." she touched his hand. At that moment Genbu noticed she had the same nails as him. Who was she and what does she know of him?

Genbu did not understand entirely the words of the woman. But he felt compelled to venture out to escape the dojo. A competition was held in the dojo. The top ten students would battle out until only one remained and the victor would represent the dojo by enlisting to become a shinobi. This was his chance to be free. Needless to say Genbu slaughtered his way to the top, thinking nothing of laying waste to his peers. "Beast. Monster. Freak. Abomination." All his life he'd been called such things. Grandmaster encouraged him to embrace such titles. Each competitor was slain until only one remained. It was the first time Genbu took a life and he thought nothing of it. Tis the right of the strong to live and fate of the weak to perish. He dared not show weakness. He was awarded a bandana soaked in the blood of those that fell during the competition "This is the mark and burden of the mighty. Carry it and use it to fuel you in the many battles to come. Survive." They were relieved to see him go and the Grandmaster was proud to have him represent their dojo it seemed. "Show them the strength of the Lone Wolf Fist." The only father figure in his life, Genbu felt compelled to attain the Grandmaster's approval. His thoughts still tormented him. Being 'strong' is tiresome. Genbu found that shinobi training was far different than what he'd learned in the dojo. The concept of Chakra differed from Ki. The boy's Ki was strong but unpolished. With Ki so ecstatic and wild his chakra control was weak. Still in many other aspects he far surpassed the other students. Combat is where he excelled. Apt at learning though he graduated with ease. One thing that did not differ at the academy is he was still alone and avoided. He knew he would be a monster wherever he went. Free from the scrutiny of the Grandmaster Genbu thought he would be able to find answers to the old woman's words. He still could not find peace in his own mind. The words of his Grandmaster, to his surprise and dismay, were not the only words on his mind. The old woman's last words continue to plague the boy. "What is it you want out of life?" Genbu oddly felt compelled to find the answer to that question. More so than he desired to please the Grandmaster. This concerned him and would add to his mental torment. All he knew how to be was….strong.

Personality

Genbu is gruff and often distant. Accustomed to being treated as a monster, also being raised to become one, he has horrid social skills and is ignorant to many norms. The boy is very confident in himself and hates to lose. He is also prideful and stubborn, dangerously so. His attitude towards others hinges on whether or not he recognizes them as strong. The boy seems rather lethargic and jaded with most things due to his upbringing coupled from the fact that he suffers from insomnia. However when angered or riled up his personality becomes much more deliberate and ruthless. He's often blunt and insensitive. Despite this though he's very perceptive and moderately intelligent, capable of picking up on things quickly. His pride often leads him to go against his better judgement however. Despite his 'lone wolf' attitude he has a boundless curiosity towards others. Even though he knows it's impossible he would like to experience what it is like not being a monster.

Appearance

A body vividly defined with lean muscle and an athletic build contrast the young man's exhausted and listless expression. Standing a little over five and a half feet he possesses an intimidating build. He's by no means scrawny. Genbu has striking white medium length hair with powerful silver eyes. Ever present dark rings line the perimeter of his eyes. His eyebrows are a bit larger and hairier than most but aren't too noticeable behind his bangs. His skin, though tough, is a dull darker complexion almost and marred with scars mostly along the arms and legs. His nails are unusually thick and sharpened. They appear stained with a dirty bloody reddish color. His teeth appear to be sharpened as well.

He wears a grey loose fitting tank top that makes him seem slimmer than he actually is. The same could be said for his beige shorts. Black finger-less gloves match his sandals. It's clear he travels light not even equipped with a tool pouch. A red bandana is tightly tided around his left bicep. The cloud headband, on red cloth, is tightly tied to his neck which concludes his wardrobe.

Relationships

Being the only member of his team that Genbu respects Genbu holds Sakuya in high regards. That isn't so say he likes her. He sees her as a good milestone to surpass. He enjoys fighting her and eagerly awaits the day he can best her in combat or even kill her. She's an inspiring figure to Genbu.

Yamayuki Yume

Rival

Contempt for Yume runs deep in Genbu. She is alike him in many ways which is why Genbu is angered by her attitude. He sees her as the rival that took the other path on the forked road of life. Feeling as though they initially started on the same path Genbu is hellbent on being superior to Yume as if to prove that his path is the wiser of the two.

Itami Chouko

Imp

Chouko, like Yume, is also similar to Genbu. Genbu actually feels as though their 'pain' is kindred. Alas Chouko's weakness disgusts and annoys him. Rather than hate Chouko for her weakness Genbu despises her because she is constantly forcing him to remember and reevaluate his past experiences during childhood. Her pestering habit of being unnecessarily kind to him also angers Genbu as he feels she believes he's in need help as though he were the weaker of the two.

Name

Relationship

Notes

Hizumu Suizui

Drunkard

Nothing really can be said other than Suizei rubbed Genbu the wrong way once. Given the chance Genbu would not hesitate to fight and harm the man, so long as it does not get him in trouble with village authorities.

Zorudikku Saitama

Braggart

Genbu has some respect for Saitama as his unwavering sometimes ludicrous confidence. He also likes the fact that Saitama calls him 'kiddo' rather than something having to do with 'monster' as it is the first nickname Genbu has had that didn't ostracize him. Still Saitama's attitude riles Genbu up and often leads to a fight. Saitama could become a friend and a friend is a liability therefore destroying Saitama is advised.

Ninja Journal

Long story short I've been thrust upon a team of incompetents. The blind sheep known as Yume and this childish moronic imp known as Chouko. Both have unique abilities but they're inexperienced and annoying. They fight like it's play time using restraint and what not. Sakuya is the only respectable member of this tawdry team. She's strong but not out of reach. The bell excises we underwent today depressingly showcased our unity. They get in my way. But I'll have to make do for now.

On our first assignment takes us, ironically, to the Land of Tea. Sakuya and Chouko both hail this land as well. I can already feel the eyes of the Grandmaster. I wonder what he thinks of my team? Not much I'd assume. I went to meet with the old hag to ask her about these haunting words she's left me with. Ditching Sakuya and Yume was easy. Chouko, the Imp, stubbornly followed. I had to tell her to get lost. It hurt her but I don't care got the job done. The old woman was gone without a trace. As I returned back I saw her again crying like a whelp. She was so pathetic. I had to do something. The scene was sickening. I decided I'd show her what real cuisine is. The last place she dragged me to was detestable at best.

My first mission ended in disaster. Disgracefully I fell short of Yume. I failed to slay both adversaries. I killed one but I had help…unwanted unneeded help. Yume showcased how adept and versatile she is. I needed aid just to reach one opponent. Though the mission ended in success had my master been there I'd have a night of lashings ahead of me. I need to expand my skill set else I'll fall behind her and that is a disgrace I cannot tolerate. I noticed they all seem rather distant now. There was some commotion when I killed one of the fishermen who attacked us. I don't see what their problem is. I'm a monster. This is what I was born to do.

Back in the Land of Lightning. I've been training but I feel stagnate. There's something I cannot achieve through technique and strength alone. I feel as though I need to expand my knowledge of chakra in order to catch up to Yume. No idea how to do that unfortunately. I decided to mull over it in a dark alley. That's when these plebeians from a bar fight a while back showed up. I was in no mood. But just as things were about to get interesting the Imp showed up. She keeps calling me her friend. She knows I hate her though. Yume and her piss me off with that naive hope. I'm a monster. I don't have friends. I don't need friends. I exist to harm. I exist to be strong. I…I'm just tired. Chouko tries to understand me. Why would one deliberately try to understand and comfort a monster? She's odd. Helpless and weak yet she thinks she can help me. She thinks I need help. I'll have to demonstrate my resolve. If anything I should be the one helping her.